My Husband Works Nights – Chapter 2

Chapter – 2

The next two days where a complete blur, rocking my mind with a mix of torture and sickness. I could not stop thinking about what happen the other night after that man…that monster did what he did to me. I was in a daze just going through the motions as if nothing had happened and hiding every bit of fear, sickness, and guilt from my husband.

The third night as I was in the shower, letting the hot water ran over my body, I looked down across my large nipples. The tips of them just sticking up when I felt my hands run along my thighs and down my ass. Flashes of his warning came rushing to my mind. I started to shake a little and looked about my body wonder what I was going to do if he did come back. Would he really try again, knowing how much I hated what happened?

As my hands rub along my large ass the edge of my fingers slowly spread my cheeks apart and ran along the inside edge. I pulled my fingers away. Damn him for making me even think about doing this. I hated anal, just the thought of having anything in there was frightening and sickening. A recollection when me and my husband first started having sex reminded me of a time his tip tried to go inside my ass and it hurt so much.

I felt like crying as I reached outside of the shower curtain to the small shelf right above the toilet. My wet hand dripping water as it wraps around the tub of petroleum jelly and pull it into the shower with me. I look down at it and turn away from the spraying water. With a pop sound the lid opens up and one finger gathered a glob of jelly onto my finger. *Sign* I mumble out and close the lid, setting it on a shelf ledge in the shower.

Slowly I lower myself to a squatting position and move my hand behind my back and down to my ass. Carefully my other hand grasp along the fat of my ass and pull the cheek back to help give spreading room for my other hand. The tip of my finger, covered in jelly, push up against my back entrance and rub.

The feeling was so different and caused me to cringe a bit. A little further my finger push until my knuckle passed the circle entrance and allow me to push along the inside of my ass hole’s ring. I could not hold my position long with my heavy weight. The strain on my legs starting to burn as I could feel my finger shove as far as my hand would reach. After a moment I pull my finger out and stood back up. I gave a soft grunt standing back up letting the water rush down my fat body.

I started washing my hands instantly and wonder if I was going to be able to do this, knowing it was only for the off chance his threat was real.

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Several days have passed from my first anal fingering and slowly it had worked up to two fingers, then a third. I found it impossible to be able to hold myself steady in the shower because of my weight and found it to be much easier to lay in the bed. Even if the lube by the bedside worked much better, my husband would not get suspicious from a reduction of petroleum jelly. Petroleum jelly works much better and last much longer. It was the first time sticking three fingers in that my body started to really like it, and started to crave this feeling.

I felt myself laying in the bed knowing my husband was away at work. The lights where down low and my fingers slowly rubbed jelly over the end of two of them at first. A bit more was then applied to my back entrance and felt the tight sensation as my hand pushed those two fingers into my hole.

My hand worked slowly at first helping spread the petroleum around the edge and then gradually I started to curl them up and pressing towards my pussy from the inside of my ass. Thoughts of the man and his request grew deep in my mind and I rub my third finger along the edge of my hole. With a little bit of effort and a little gasp I add this third finger in and started to rub all three in and out.

With three fingers in I finally begin to work towards a goal of getting my ass stretched further. A sickening memory of his first penetration in my pussy reminded me of his size. Fear made me push my fingers hard along the edge and start to pull and shift the tight ring left and right. The whole time my pussy was tingling from the pleasure that was coming from my back ass. “Mmmmm”, I moan.

My hand moves faster and my ass felt my hand push my fingers deeper and harder until I could not stop myself. The rush of pleasure flows over my body. My toes even curl and I let out a deep moan before holding my hand against my ass and flex my fingers up and down along my inner wall of my anus. My pussy starts to drip a little, which is more wet then it normally would on my horny’est days.

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I lost track of how many days I pass from training myself for anal. It was scary every night and I barely could sleep. Around the house my husband had picked up on my uneasiness, but having a slightly unhealthy body I could always play it off as just feeling sick more then usually.